Chapter 127
“Shower… I need to shower. Please finally let me wash up.”
Cheong-yeon tried to persuade Do-heon in the calmest voice possible, afraid he might lose control again and pounce on him.
Good heavens, Moon Do-heon losing control? That would have been unimaginable before. How on earth did things end up like this?
Cheong-yeon slipped away when Do-heon momentarily loosened his grip, hurriedly putting on the shower robe hanging on the wall. As he did so, Do-heon’s semen that had pooled inside him began trickling down his thighs.
“Ugh.”
His legs trembled like a drunk person’s, weakened from exhaustion.
“Let’s shower separately. I’ll use this bathroom, and you can use the one in the bedroom, Director.”
Cheong-yeon spoke while leaning against the wall for support. He was clearly asking him to leave.
But Do-heon showed no signs of turning away. Instead, he alternated his gaze between the soaking wet Cheong-yeon and the droplets of semen falling to the floor from between his thighs.
“Can you manage alone?”
*
In the end, they showered together. Despite Cheong-yeon’s protests, Do-heon stubbornly insisted on washing him.
Cheong-yeon had only wanted a pure shower, but as expected, Do-heon couldn’t leave him alone for even a moment, which made getting out of the bathroom take quite a while.
“Ah, I’m so sleepy.”
Cheong-yeon, now clean and fluffy after being thoroughly washed, sprawled out on the bed. With the sweat and bodily fluids gone and replaced by the fragrant scent of body wash, his mood improved.
It felt like he could fall into a deep sleep if he just closed his eyes.
“I wonder if it’ll leave a scar.”
At that moment, Do-heon, wearing a shower robe, commented while watching Cheong-yeon rolling around on the bed.
“A scar?”
Cheong-yeon lifted his head from the sheets and asked.
He soon realized Do-heon’s gaze was fixed on his legs.
“This kind of mark will disappear in a few hours.”
Cheong-yeon rubbed his thigh incredulously. A scar? That’s absurd. Even though there were reddish garter belt marks, something like this would hardly leave a permanent mark.
Despite Cheong-yeon’s reassurance, Do-heon still seemed concerned as he remained silent.
“You should have been gentler with your grip. Actually, it would have been better if we’d just done it naked from the start. It was rather uncomfortable.”
When Cheong-yeon complained, Do-heon, who had just slicked back his wet hair, suddenly walked toward the living room. He sat on the sofa and opened a magazine that was on the table.
Observing his movements carefully, Cheong-yeon jumped up in alarm. He quickly ran over to where Do-heon was sitting and snatched the magazine from his hands.
“Hey, why are you suddenly reading a magazine?”
He must have seen it all. That damned interview. Why did I spout such nonsense?
Cheong-yeon hid the magazine behind his back, blaming his past self.
“What? Is there something in there I’m not supposed to see?” Do-heon asked shamelessly, though he clearly already knew.
“I already told you, that was just meaningless talk back then. I can barely even remember it now…”
Wait, why am I explaining myself? We’re divorced, not even a couple anymore. Why am I getting so flustered? Strictly speaking, Moon Do-heon is my sponsor, not my boyfriend.
The realization stung his pride. Cheong-yeon pouted and changed the subject.
“…By the way, what’s that scar on your shoulder, Director?”
The scar he had felt on Do-heon’s right shoulder when clinging to him in the bathroom kept bothering him. Though it had completely healed and wasn’t very noticeable, it seemed quite large, about two finger joints in size.
“I fell while playing soccer.”
“What? You, Director? When was this?”
Fortunately, Do-heon seemed to have given up on the magazine issue as he opened the refrigerator and took out a drink. He offered one to Cheong-yeon, but Cheong-yeon declined with a shake of his head.
“In middle school.”
Though his explanation wasn’t detailed, Cheong-yeon naturally pictured students from his own school days who would rush out during breaks to play soccer, bumping into each other as they ran around.
The moment he inserted middle-school Do-heon into that image, he burst out laughing.
“Haha.”
“What?”
“It’s so incongruous. Did you really get into physical tussles while playing soccer?”
“Doesn’t everyone go through that growing up?”
Do-heon shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing significant. His reaction was rather bland.
Well, it’s true that some particularly large Alphas were obsessed with showing off their strength in inter-class matches. Though Cheong-yeon himself had little athletic talent and only participated occasionally.
It was surprising that Do-heon had eagerly participated in such games that typical teenagers played.
For some reason, the image of him in a private school uniform appeared vividly in Cheong-yeon’s mind. His shirt shoulder area stained with blood as he rolled on the field…
Wait, why is this image so specific? As if I’ve seen it before.
Cheong-yeon, who had been laughing with his eyes scrunched up, suddenly stopped and moved his lips in confusion.
“But… it must have been quite a fall to leave a scar like that.”
“It just needed a few stitches. But I certainly looked scary enough to make you cry if you’d seen me.”
Do-heon snickered and made a somewhat odd comment. After setting his drink down on the table, he fixed his gaze on Cheong-yeon.
Cheong-yeon, staring blankly at Do-heon, didn’t miss the slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth.
Why is he smiling? Cheong-yeon tilted his head in confusion.
“Come here.”
“Ah! What now?”
While Cheong-yeon was distracted, Do-heon reached out and pulled him toward the sofa where he was sitting. The magazine Cheong-yeon had been holding fell to the floor.
“Aren’t we done? We just did it…”
“Well, I never said we were finished.”
“Ugh, you’re shameless.”
Do-heon placed Cheong-yeon on his lap and firmly gripped his waist.
“Indeed. Unfortunately, I’m far from your ideal type—though I could try to be more affectionate, I can’t match your age.”
“Are we back to that again? Please, just forget about that interview. Okay?”
“So I’ll just continue being shameless.”
This is bad. Despite his nonchalant act, he seems genuinely upset.
As Do-heon began to untie Cheong-yeon’s robe, Cheong-yeon hunched his upper body, overcome with a sense of foreboding.
*
The next morning.
Today, unusually, Cheong-yeon finished preparing to leave first. As he was fixing his disheveled hair after putting on his outer clothes, there was a knock on the door outside.
—Director. I have an urgent matter to report.
The voice, neither loud nor soft, belonged to Secretary Shim. Unlike his usual businesslike tone, this time he sounded somewhat urgent.
“It sounds like Secretary Shim. Should I open the door for him?”
Cheong-yeon, who happened to be near the door, asked Do-heon while holding the doorknob.
Do-heon, who was just tying his tie in front of the mirror, nodded after confirming that Cheong-yeon was fully dressed.
“Oh, hello, Secretary…”
Cheong-yeon awkwardly greeted Secretary Shim as he opened the door. Secretary Shim showed no surprise at seeing Cheong-yeon in Do-heon’s room and simply bowed in greeting.
“Good morning, Mr. Cheong-yeon. It’s a pleasant morning. Excuse my intrusion.”
“Should I leave if this is something I shouldn’t hear? I can go quickly.”
“Ah. I think you can stay, but the Director should see this first and make a judgment…”
“Secretary Shim. Yoo Cheong-yeon prefers young and affectionate men, so don’t try to be friendly with lengthy conversation. And don’t act affectionately in the future either.”
“……”
What is he saying? Has he lost his mind? Cheong-yeon stared at Do-heon in bewilderment.
Do-heon raised an eyebrow with his usual dry expression, making it impossible to tell if he was joking or serious. It clearly meant “stop the small talk and hurry up.”
“I apologize. There’s something you need to check immediately.”
As Secretary Shim passed by Cheong-yeon, his gaze lingered briefly on Do-heon’s neck area. Then, as if he hadn’t seen anything, he handed the tablet he was carrying to Do-heon.
Should I have not left that kiss mark? Do-heon didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding it. There it was, clearly visible on his neck.
Though no one had said anything, Cheong-yeon felt guilty and gave a small fake cough.
While they discussed company matters, Cheong-yeon finished fixing his hair and put on his hat.
He couldn’t remember when or how he had fallen asleep last night. When he opened his eyes, it was already morning, and Do-heon was leisurely sitting in a chair drinking tea.
Do-heon’s pheromones had permeated his body so strongly that Cheong-yeon had to shower immediately after waking up and even apply pheromone-neutralizing perfume.
“And this is an article that appeared in the Gyuseong Daily this morning. Although it uses initials, I judged that it could potentially be linked to you, Director, so I’ve informed you that it’s false and have taken restrictive measures.”
After finishing the business talk, Secretary Shim suddenly changed the subject and mentioned an article.
Cheong-yeon, who was about to leave after receiving a message from his manager saying they had arrived at the hotel parking lot, turned his gaze toward the two men in curiosity.
An article about Do-heon using initials? Even setting aside his management skills, Do-heon was a businessman who received excessive media attention due to his striking appearance. As a result, articles using his initials appeared occasionally, though not frequently, like the one Kim Ji-han had shown him before.
“I’ll head out first. My manager says they’re waiting downstairs…”
“Take care.”
Do-heon, who had been seriously reviewing the news report handed by Secretary Shim, briefly looked up and nodded, while Secretary Shim again formally bowed to Cheong-yeon.
Cheong-yeon returned the greeting awkwardly and left the room.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
